my fingers weave the web that snares you, trapping you here in the glittering twilight, with one foot constantly resting in the realm of dreams

eseis [Fri, 7 August 2009, 12.25am] all lies are words. are all words lies? i lock my doors. but i'll let you in. apparent mood - indescribable apparent music - church bells down the street 1 voice | create a harmony